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* Several different beats are used in this song 
like Ice Cube's "Jacking For Beats" 

(Jigga My Nigga Jay Z) 
Sticky 
What's my muthafuckin' name 
Fingaz 
And who I'm rollin' wit 
All my killas 
Uh uh uh Labels better get it right 
rappers better gimme that beat fool 
clik clik you been robbed now 
You didn't know Sticky Fingaz on ya track now 
Somebody said you number 1 in the streets 
that's why I'm coming for you first jackin' your beat 
I took ya beat and rearranged it on some dumb shit 
Got robbed on the radio broad day public 
The thugs loved it It's not a game 
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same 

(Holla Holla-Ja Rule) 
Beat ROBBA ROBBA 
Jackin' rappers beats and make 'em HOTTA HOTTA 
Stealin' all ya spins plus ya DOLLAS DOLLAS 
Killas if you feel me just FOLLA FOLLA (What, Come on) 
Take it to the streets hold ya gats and bust the heat 
Even if it's off your plate I gots to eat 
I'm on some bullshit for no apparent reason 
I want it wit y'all I'm ready to die breathin' 

(Hate Me Now-Nas) 
It's the rappers I rob 
The beats that I take 
The labels I snake 
For 30 grand help you perform at the wake 
Touch ya life and everything I touch I take 
Hate me now cuz later gon be too late 
I merk you 
Everything I spit is controversial 
I'm the illest killa they ever signed to Universal 
F the Fordham 
I'm god son 
As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla I'ma rob 'em 

(How To Rob-50 Cent) 
My Sticky Fingaz turn fists across ya jaw 
Beat ya ass in real life at the source awards 
The real Fifty from Brooklyn god bless he got outed 
You just a fake clown who front and rout about it 
I got a new deal 
For a few mil 
Shoot to kill 
You fruity like Dru Hill 
You spare change you ain't even half a man cuz 
Matter of fact you ain't even half the man ya moms was 

(Ha-Juvenile) 
Oh you thought you was safe, Ha 
Though you could escape, Ha 
Cuz we label mates, Ha 
Oh you thought I wouldn't get yo cake, Ha 
You thought that beat from the dirty south wasn't gon get raped, Ha 
And birds wanna have Sticky baby, Ha 
Dogs run around stayin' Sticky crazy, Ha 
He ain't got no type of sense, Ha 
No tellin' what I do 
Might even jack my own crew 

(Throw Ya Gunz-Onyx) 
The original take 'em out bring 'em out dead 
Comin' at me wrong kid I put that thing to ya head 
Sticky Fingaz going for self call the cops 
Don't even talk to me about the Onyx shit you'll get shot 

(Play Around-Lil' Cease) 
5 o'clock in the morning killas at ya door 
Colt 4-4 I'm puttin' chalk on your floor 
Find you up the block from ya house dead in the store 
Work the beat like pigeons and I'm bucking 'em all 
Press ya luck and you'll fall 
Neva seen nothing this raw 
I'm what the world been waitin' for 
Wait no more 
This wack shit can't take no more 
Should've been banned the streets should've made it a law 

(What Ya Want-Eve) 
I'm ready for war 
What Ya niggas want (What, What, What, Bring it) 
Can't touch 
All y'all niggas sweet even rob Swizz Beats 
Nowadays producers gettin' 50 g's 
jack they beat kid I did my track for free 
jerk you for ya pub I ain't payin' a fee 
I just loop it up on the MPC 

(The Party Is Goin' On Over Here-Busta Rhymes) 
Long as you live neva seen nothing this while 
Took ya beat and flipped it right in my style 
Just payin' back niggas be bitin' my style 
And if it's dead in the crowd I put some life in the crowd 
God's gift to the underground 
Running 'em down 
Fucking 'em down 
Empires be tumblin' down 
The end of the world is comin' around 
Throw ya ass in the ground 
Nothing to lose 
Changing the rules 
Playin' for keeps 
I'ma shark in the waters it ain't safe in the streets 
Sticky Fingaz and I'm jackin' for beats

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